[Closed] Aftermath

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Who: Mira and CR
When: End of January and to beginning of February
Where: Various Places, listed in the starters.
What: Aftermath of the Snatched Event, various things with CR
Warnings: CW from talks of torture, kidnapping, injuring, and just feels. Also, Major Shadowbringers Spoilers

Things for the aftermath of the Snatched Event. Get ready for some fucking feels, fam.

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Vanitas

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[Ever since the rescue, Mira has been running herself between several different places as a way to try and help out. Alchemy is in need and it's a good thing too because she found herself not in want of things to do. But there's a downside of it: the fact that she hasn't slept either very well or not at all. But it's fine. She's functioned without sleep before.

She enters in the house like normal but upon seeing the time, she lets out a small curse.]

Oh shite, it's my turn to cook tonight.

[Mira's mentally kicking herself but maybe everyone will be fine with soup. Halone knows a certain someone will be eating the stuff for some time. She shakes her head for a moment-did the room spin in front of her or was that just her? Meh, seems to be alright.]

[darkcharge]

[ Unlike Mira, Vanitas doesn't feel inclined to run here, there, and everywhere to be helping people out. That's just not who he is and doubtful that it ever will be. Reality is that he's done more for the people in this house than he's ever done for anyone in the Organization.

Vanitas still refuses to think on what that might mean.

He's taking yet another nap when Mira enters the house. Van jumps a little, startled and disoriented for a few seconds until he realizes who is talking and what is going on. His eyes narrow. ]

Mira.

[ What is she going on about now? ]

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[Mira almost jumps at the noise but thankfully makes only some kind of noise between a gasp and squawk. That and no weapons or sharp objects in hand.]

Oh, Vanitas! Is aught amiss?

[Is probably unaware that she might be the problem.]

[darkcharge]

Is aught amiss...

[ Despite how tired he has been lately - and Van has no idea why the amount of sleep he needs keeps increasing - he hauls himself up to approach Mira. ]

I think so. You're running around like the world is coming to an end. Then you should up worrying about dinner of all thinks and not even for yourself.

[ Okay so Vanitas has problems with people being absolutely self-sacrificing. ]

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[Excuse you, she's not self sacrificing! It's called helping.]

There has been more of a need lately and since I can make decent potions, they can use the help. It is not a big worry for me to take on a few things at the same time, 'tis normal for me.

[And yet she leans against the wall and slightly gripping on the side. It's fine.]

But what about you? How are you feeling?

Emet-Selch (ShB Spoilers from here on out)

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[If there was one thing throughout all of this, it was that during and after this horrific event, she was an absolute mess on the inside. But when it was over, the pain she had felt from their smothered Bond ebbed away and what replaced it was just a feeling of being tired. Surely it was a thing everyone felt during it, right?

What Mira could do now is do her best to take care of their housemate still recovering from the malicious attack from those highborn bastards. But it's weird; ever since they tested out how far could feelings go between their tether, Mira's felt much more raw. Was it an effect? Tired as she may be, it still did not stop her from working and keeping an eye on him, making sure she did that before anything else like nap for maybe half a bell.

There were a lot of short naps but not enough rest. It's fine.

This time when she checks in on Hades, she brings tea along since it has a better taste than water. She knocks first before peeking inside, hoping she didn't do anything like wake him up on accident.]

[unsundered]

[As soon as he'd made it back to the house, semi-healed and cleaned off, Emet-Selch had gone to bed and... had mostly been there ever since. On a purely physical sense, he still had a lot to recover from, the lesser wounds that didn't necessitate healing, the larger ones still requiring rest. He was sore and exhausted, and though he didn't sleep well (he kept waking up, thinking he was back in that place--), he did sleep a lot.

His Bonds going from smothered to whole again was a thing, particularly with Mira due to their experiences before everything had gone to hell. His response, though, had been to try to close off from it again, block up his side as much as possible. Everything was too raw, it felt as though he'd been scraped out in several ways, and he wasn't at all sure what was even left. It was better to recoil from it, deal with it on his own (or not deal with it, more likely).

Emet-Selch wasn't exactly known for having the best coping methods.

He had been lying down when Mira peers in, resting on his side facing the door, but he hadn't been asleep. Too many thoughts for that, and what better time to ruminate on them but alone and in the dark. Recognizing the outline of her, the Ascian sighs, still feeling that mix of wanting the company, but not wanting to be bothered. And though he calls out to her to let Mira know he was awake, he doesn't try to sit up.]

...What is it now?

[He does sound tired. Not the tired of recently awoken, just- tired. But then, they all were these days. As focused as he was on his own suffering, he wasn't entirely oblivious.]

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[The blocking of certain things honestly is natural. Hells, Mira herself is trying not to let some feelings seep out because they're something Hades should not be feeling right now; like the undeniable rage at the city state and how that one phrase spoken by the rescue leader still stings for various reasons and the massive regret that she couldn't get to him in time. But given what she did back on her version of the First...it's salt in the wound.

Why was it that she found something good, fate had to hit her back into the dirt? Those bastatds better face execution, she swears.]

Thought you would like something different than water for once.

[Tea usually helps and she hopes the familiar Ishgardian style would help in some way.]

[unsundered]

[The Ascian hadn't given much thought to the fate of those who'd tortured himself and the rest. He knew, without being told, that they wouldn't face appropriate retribution- because such a thing didn't exist. All of this had done nothing more than further underline what he already knew about mortals: they possessed an unfathomable need for pointless cruelty.

...most of them, anyway. Mira, bringing him tea, probably didn't qualify.]

It's not necessary.

[But he slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position, trying not to wince. Moving still wasn't comfortable, even if everything was on the mend, at least physically. That Mira was harboring any feelings about not being able to get to him earlier doesn't even occur to him. Being rescued at all wasn't something he'd taken for granted, and not only because he'd assumed he'd be killed before anyone tried.

As... friendly as they were here, every Warrior had still put him to the sword. It was one thing to claim of caring when nothing was required of you, it was another to protect someone you'd once killed, and would do so again. Emet-Selch still couldn't quite come to grips with the contradiction.]

...But I suppose I'll try it, if you've already made it.

Fordola

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[Being sure to ask before coming over, Mira packs up some simple food fare for the woman. Despite their opposing views, Fordola has been nothing but kind to Mira minus the usual grumpiness but that's always a given. Hmm, maybe there's something that makes her gravitate towards the type given the company she keeps.

So she comes over with a healthy amount of homemade soup, some bread, and tea, hoping it would be enough. Strange though, she couldn't recall it being this heavy...

Finding where she lived, Mira then knocks on the door hoping the other is in. She has to be after what she went through, right?]

[fordola]

[ For the last while, Fordola hadn't been able to do anything but try and hold herself together.

But now? Well, she had accepted the invitation. But she opened the door a little hastily, hands a little too tight on the doorknob. ]

--come in. [ It was said a little too hastily. She wanted to close the door, make sure nobody else could get in. ]

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[It'll be alright, Mira knows she wasn't followed and quickly goes inside and being careful with her cargo.]

Thanks. How are you faring?

[Besides the obvious. Was it her or did her bag slightly shake a little?]

[fordola]

...Injuries are healin'.

[ That was barely an answer, Fordola knew, as she fell to all fours - moving to sniff at the bag. Usually, she wouldn't let herself falter like this, but she smelled something... interesting in there. ]

Irhya

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[It's been quiet mostly since the rescue and arrests, like a lull before whatever the next chaotic event plagues the city comes. It has only been nearly four moons and Mira can take a guess of something happening again, just unsure of when.

Outside in the backyard of House Darkness stands a sturdy striking dummy, having a few good nicks in it from use but given most of the residents are users of swords, it certainly helps. Just like what Mira is doing now and lashing out at the poor thing with Shadowbringer. At least this thing won't try and threaten her if she stabs them like some of those nobles. Just the thought of them makes the dark knight push harder and yell out her frustrations.

She could use a buddy to talk to maybe. Or a buddy who can also swing their sword at this poor striking dummy once finished.]

[omnicrafter]

[Irhya spends a while watching silently from the back edge of the house, a displeased look on her face that only deepens as Mira works herself up into a frenzy. Caladbolg is on her back, and it almost looks as if she's just waiting her turn.]

Heh. There'll be nothing left of the thing by the time I get a blow on it.

[She's still not smiling, despite the usual dry sarcasm in her tone.]

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[It's when the tip of Shadowbringer is plunged into the dummy that Mira stops, panting heavily. Damn thing is sturdy considering how many blows she threw at it...or was she still tired from a lack of sleep? That can't be it.]

Damn.

[She still feels rage deep within but maybe she can take a tiny breather as she pulls her sword out and turns away. Blinking, she spots her fellow Bondmate and dark knight with her sword in the distance, waving her over.]

Still standing if you need a few good strikes in.

[omnicrafter]

...Think I'm good for right now.

[The reason for her hesitation is unclear; perhaps she's afraid it will just create an echo chamber of anger and frustration between the two of them, or simply too tired to think of taking it all out on a dummy. It's far less satisfying, besides.]

Will you be all right?

K'rihnn

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[She's feeling a bit more rested than usual and she had offered to do some errands while others took some time for themselves (and she made sure Vanitas went to rest because kid you've probably haven't slept either). Mira's less of the manic mess that she was over a week ago and the errand is rather simple: go to the store and pick up some needed essentials for food next week. No big deal.

However, there is one big deal with she does notice as she is walking by...a certain cat-dragon who is out and about. And to her knowledge, should be in bed.]

K'rihnn?

[Ok seriously, if it comes to it, she will yeet him into his paramour's bed to try and keep him down.]

CW: talk of injuries and eye injuries | BUT SIIIIIIIS

[krihnnges]

[K'rihnn is very much hoping to just grab something to do real fast, and make it back home without anyone in the house or their mutual friends knowing about it. Clearly, Nymeia has other ideas. Or She's punishing him for trying to be sneaky. The Miqo'te startles at Mira's voice. He holds his stack of three books somewhat close to his chest as he turns to face her, looking both guilty and sheepish.]

Ah... Mira, hello.

[At least he looks better than when the Exarch and the rest of the rescue team found him. It's all mostly covered up by his clothes, save for his back. His wings are still clearly on the mend from being broken, and he still has to be careful to not make his ribs ache more than they already do. The most prominent, though, is the gauze taped down his scarred eye.]

H-how are you today...?

BOI WHY ARE YOU NOT IN BED

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[That face...it's the face of someone knowing they got busted for something they shouldn't be doing. Mira folds her arms and stares at the miqo'te like this isn't just something that can be pushed aside.]

I should be asking you that. Considering you have been greatly injured, 'tis a surprise to see you walking around when you should be resting.

[Boi, you in trouble.]

INCOHERENT WAILING

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[K'rihnn glances away and plays with the ends of his fringe. His ears pin back a little, like any cat that knows he's been bad and regrets it.]

... I... felt restless. Cooped up in the house all day. I thought... maybe I could handle going out to the library right quick, just to get something to do.

[The Dragon sighs softly as his tail twitches in slight agitation, mostly because of nerves.]

I didn't want to bother anyone to get them for me. Raha's been overworking himself, Rose is... hiding, for lack of a better word, and... well... you've been working yourself to near sickness. So... I thought I could do at least this one thing on my own....

[And he would've been fine, until he got caught.]

Rose

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[Compared to everyone else, Rose seems to be on her best behavior when it came to rest. She at least hasn't heard the fae-miqo'te go running off to do things that she shouldn't (K'RIHNN) and Mira had thought to provide a little bit of company. As well as some home cooked food and some books for entertainment.

As to what kind of books? Mira just grabbed any she could because she had no idea what Rose preferred.

Hopefully when she knocks on the door to where she is staying, nothing crazy will happen.]

[poisontippedcure]

[As a healer, Rose understands just how important rest is to the healing process. Nothing is going to get better on its own, and there’s no need to push it and make it worse. Which is why Rose has spent the last several days sequestered in her room.]

[...At least, that’s what she says. If pressed, she might begrudgingly admit that she’s still afraid to go outside. But that’s a conversation for another day.]

[When the door knocks, she opens it, only to find Mira on the other side. Rose doesn’t look particularly happy or sad, mostly tired, but it’s still good to see a friend. A friend bringing food, even.]

Mira.

[She pauses, not sure what to say next. What is the appropriate response to seeing a friend after being kidnapped?]

Thank you for stopping by.

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[Who even knows. Thankfully this particular visit, nothing out of the ordinary has happened like Breezy sneaking out into the food bag. Boy that was awkward.]

Of course, I wanted to see how you were doing. And with some Ishgardian stew as well; thought it might help.

[As well as the bag of books. To Mira, 'some' means 'a bag full']

I didn't know what you preferred so I brought a variety. Will it be alright?

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose loves animals, but she would prefer that they stay out of her personal room. It’s probably best that nothing surprising jumps out. She gives Mira a small smile.]

I appreciate that. I’ve missed Ishgard recently, and I’m sure this is delicious.

[Where’s her biting sarcasm? It’s like she’s a different person.]

I’m sure it will. Would you like to come inside?